Letters To Someone

Letter 2 - Dear Depression

Dear Depression:

Let's admit it.

You're in everyone. At some point.

Like, I'm not saying that you've chosen to leave everyone. Some people have even been suffering from you. For years. And you're still not gone.

In fact, many people mix you up with sadness. Sadness, is something that is different on a whole level.

For example, if I happened to not be grouped up with my friend on some big project that I was hoping for, I'd be sad. Dissapointed even.

But not depressed. That's not depression.

Unless of course, it was your only last hope for passing the class and you got paired up with someone who wouldn't even work and you're sure your dead.

Then you might be depressed because you know you're gonna fail. And you cannot afford to fail.

I know. That was a terrible example. But my brain is pretty low right now.

Wait. Rereading that, it did sound like a good example.

Was it? I'm not sure.

Anyways, there are lots of reasons why you decide to come and knock on our doors.

Family problems, trauma, bullying, rejection, even certain disorders.

There's much more, but I don't wanna go around naming them all.

And you do things to people. Sometimes, you even change them. Completely.

The person who always used to think you were dumb suddenly got you themselves.

You've made us lose our appetities. Our favourite activities. Our sleep. You've got lots of symptoms.

Yet you don't make us lose our smile in front of others.

Honestly though. That's a bit ironic.

I guess we're just so focused on trying to hide it that the only way we can do it is through our smiles. It's a perfect mask. No one even sees through it.

Well, not that anyone would care anyways. Seriously though. No one.

You attack, cut, and even kill us. It's scary, actually.

You make us feel like the whole world is just gonna collapse on us. Like our heart will explode any minute.

Seriously though. One time I literally felt my heart was gonna explode because of you. Like to pieces.

No one wants it. But you just don't leave.

Hey, I got an idea.

If I give you a cookie, will you leave?

Please?

Deal? Deal.

(Yeah I know, you're probably all like: HA HA HAAAA nope. But just take the dang cookie anyways, alright?)

Sincerely,
The Writer